“I know,” said Marcia, “up to a certain point they can; and people can be made to see their duty and all that; but I think there are certain natures which cannot rise beyond certain heights, at least in this world; don’t you agree with me, Angela?”
“I have not thought about it. I have always thought that ‘The best for the highest’ ought to be our motto—it ought to be the motto of every one—the best for the highest, don’t you understand?”
“It is yours,” said Marcia.
“Well, anyhow,” continued Angela, “I am so interested. I’ll come and see you all some day.”
“They’d be ever so proud, and so would my stepmother. They think a great deal about you.”
Angela did not reply.
“I am going to stay here for a little,” she said, after a pause. “Father is quite happy to be with Uncle Herbert, and it is good for him not to have too much of his roaming life. I will ask him if I may not come and see you some day. He wouldn’t come—he can’t bear to go near Newcastle since dear old Court Prospect was sold.”
“I can quite understand that.”
“And will you come to see us—are you quite sure you will come during the summer?”
“I hope so.”